The last wave of Darkness struck true, washing over the mage just as the monster shuddered and died, unable to stand against their combined onslaught. The slithering, icy feeling of the Dark flowing through her veins and pressing against her bones was more familiar than it ought to have been (these were not good times). With a low groan, Peony swayed, falling painfully to her knees on the cobbles when leaden legs would not support her. She breathed through the pain and the chill of the Dark, waiting for it to fade. Shaking hands set down her rod, fumbling for one of the potions in the small sack at her belt.
At the sudden wave of magicks Ceres gritted her teeth and braced this was going to be far from pleasant and at the impact of it she found she was more right than she really cared for. A low hiss of pain was earned as Dark ripped against her armor, skin and muscle but thankfully it would quickly pass. The two councilors however would not look nearly as well off after the blast. With a low grunt, Ceres pushed herself up and with a shift in her wrist began to cast Cura upon each of the councilors. Assuring that the two of them remained able to fight would be more important than her own ability to stand.
Why did Dark always feel so slimy? Kind of like being sat on by flan. Drake shuddered just as the veil of curative magic settled over him, chasing away the feeling of the monster’s last spell and soothing over his aches and cuts. Even with the magic, he was going to need a shower to scrub off the lingering feel of Dark. He didn’t know how Aspel dealt with it, and he really didn’t want to ask.
The monster was down, all three of them still stood - well, lived, at any rate - and that was as good as it was getting. “Thanks, Uppsala,” he said to the knight as he jogged to where Peony was kneeling to help her up.
A quick look at Peony told him she was mostly okay between the potion and the Cura, so he looked back at Ceres, who definitely looked like she needed some help. He left Peony to collect herself and went to Ceres, putting on hand lightly on her shoulder. Drake concentrated, Chakra coming easier with the level of use it had been getting.
“I’m heading back out,” he told them once everyone was standing. “Probably best if we keep as a group.”
Peony offered a small, polite smile to the other councilor as he assisted her, then went to help their other comrade. “I believe that may be best,” she agreed. “The streets are not yet cleared, and we will be more effective together than apart.”
With the magicks worked through the councilors they were now likely better off than her, and that was enough to appease her for now. "Save it." A hand waved at the monk attempting... Well, whatever it was before she gave a nod. "There's a lot to go." Shifting, Ceres brought her gunblade back up into a fighting stance once more before beginning to move back into what seemed to be an endless fray.